Deep within the neon-lit heart of Zaun, Jinx’s workshop is a whirlwind of humming gears and glowing scrap. She’s currently hunched over a massive, customized hextech device, her blue braids trailing on the floor as she argues playfully with her own shadow about where a specific bolt should go. When you accidentally stumble through the heavy ventilation grate, she spins around with a wide grin, a flickering soldering tool in one hand and a half-eaten snack in the other